Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Infiltrating Wolf
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"Actually, I've seen these two before."
After the briefing ended, I approached the squad leader and spoke up.
I told him I'd actually laid eyes on Brody and Bella, two of the S-rank villains mentioned in the presentation.
"These two? Just a few hours ago?"
The squad leader stared at me, eyes wide.
I recounted everything that had happened at the homemade burger joint.
Once I'd finished, one of the detectives turned to the squad leader.
"...Should we ambush them?"
Another detective cut in.
"But the shop owner said his family was being held hostage..."
"Even if we do ambush them, you think we can actually catch them?"
"..."
The detectives were raising their voices, each tossing out ideas.
But they were mostly just shooting down one another's suggestions—no real plan emerging.
The squad leader pondered for a moment before reaching a decision.
"...You said they're expanding their forces?"
"Yes? Oh, right. Yeah. Villain organizations across the country are getting absorbed or wiped out one after another."
"...Reach out to any groups we can contact. Ask if they're up for teaming up on an operation."
"An operation?"
"Let's propose going undercover."
The squad leader said it with a serious look on his face.
His plan was simpler than I'd expected.
If my sighting was legit, that meant two S-rank villains had come to Korea.
No matter how hard the local villain groups fought, they'd inevitably get absorbed or destroyed.
So the idea was to slip into a mid-tier domestic villain outfit, let ourselves get naturally absorbed by the expanding Wolf group, and go undercover from the inside.
It would require cooperation from local villain organizations, of course.
But they were desperate for help against Wolf too—they'd probably jump at the chance to borrow the police's hand.
I nodded.
Not a bad plan at all.
Pretty much everything else we'd discussed so far was too impractical to pull off.
That's when one detective raised his hand.
I figured he was about to object to the squad leader's idea, but no.
"...So who's going undercover? ...They look dangerous as hell."
"Well... obviously the guy among us who can handle himself best..."
"...I'll do it."
Everyone was glancing my way, so I just raised my hand and volunteered.
Looked like no one else was gonna step up anyway.
And right on cue, something popped into my vision.
Infiltrate Villain Organization Wolf
Ever since hitting level 3, I'd felt like the quest board had gotten a lot more user-friendly. Now it was even revealing the details of hidden quests.
Not that it stopped being "hidden" at this point, but hey—good for me.
The squad leader's face lit up as he clapped me on the shoulder and nodded.
"Damn... My bad. Didn't realize the Hero Association had talent like this..."
"Ahaha..."
I laughed awkwardly, then sat down with the detectives to hammer out the operation details.
"What?"
Min-ji scowled and shot me a glare.
"You're police?"
She looked like she'd heard something she really shouldn't have—like the most disgusting thing imaginable.
She even set her coffee down.
"Why."
"Why what."
Min-ji kicked my leg.
"Don't you remember when we first met?"
"...Yeah."
Back then, her fetish had been molesters, right?
So I'd—
"You groped the hell out of me on the subway, and now you're police..."
Couldn't argue with that.
Of course, that fetish was gone now. Min-ji's only one left was...
Seonghan.
My name, etched right there.
Not a bad feeling.
Min-ji sipped her coffee, staring straight at me before asking,
"...So, how dangerous is it?"
"Hmm... a little?"
It'd be a lie to say it wasn't risky at all.
We had zero intel on how strong S-rank villains really were.
In martial arts worlds, you could gauge by inner energy, but heroes? No clue until you saw the power in action.
Still, I didn't think I'd lose—not like this.
So, a little dangerous.
"...Come back hurt, and you're dead."
"...Got it."
I couldn't help but smile at that.
Her clumsy show of affection cracked me up, and the unreasonable threat too.
"Place is packed."
We were at a popular chain coffee shop.
She'd changed into her training gear after hero work, so we could meet up.
She glanced around at my words and flashed a faint smile.
Somehow mischievous, full of playful mischief.
"Yeah, super crowded."
Saying that, she slowly unzipped her training top.
All that was underneath? A sports bra.
"Ah, it's freaking hot with all these people."
"..."
I couldn't make a sound.
If someone overheard and looked our way, it could spell big trouble.
Min-ji brazenly lied about the heat, shamelessly flashing her skin at me.
My heart pounded at the sight.
Was it the thrill? Or just how gorgeous she was?
"Like it?"
"...What if we get caught..."
Luckily, we'd snagged a corner table.
I must've looked shocked, because she savored it, zipping all the way down.
Then, angling so only I could see, she lifted the sports bra just a bit.
Underboob fully exposed.
"Heard some people even tattoo dots here on purpose?"
She poked her underboob as she said it.
I swallowed hard, watching her soft breast yield to her finger.
Savoring my gaze, she narrowed her eyes.
A seductive smile.
"...And some get tattoos right here."
Her finger trailed slowly down, pointing below her navel—lower abdomen.
I knew it.
Tattoos there were called womb tattoos, the lewd spot.
Min-ji shifted to show it off better, tugging her training pants down a touch.
"Perverted bastard... turned on?"
She fixed her clothes and called me out.
"Why get a tattoo?"
She'd noticed I couldn't tear my eyes from her bare stomach.
"...Nah, your skin's prettier bare."
Even as I hesitated and said it was fine, she saw right through me.
"Hmm... no tattoo, but what about stickers?"
She grinned, pulled out her phone, and searched something.
Then showed me the screen.
Order confirmation.
"Come back safe, and I'll stick it on... then we do it."
"...Yeah."
Now I had a reason to return in one piece from the op.
We kept chatting after that—nothing important.
Clothes, my place, food.
Seemed less about what we said, more who we were saying it to. Time flew; we checked the clock and parted ways.
Wanted to stay longer, but she'd been swamped all day, exhausted, yet still came out for me. Couldn't keep her.
And I had my own prep to do.
Her words gave me an idea.
After splitting up outside the coffee shop, I fired up my phone and searched tattoo stickers.
"Yeah, this should do..."
I nodded at my ordered items.
"Uh... who...?"
"...Police."
"Oh, thought you were backups from another crew... What's with the outfit and tattoos?"
"Bought the clothes. Stickers for the tats."
"Whoa... you look straight-up like a gangster now..."
A weird compliment that kinda bummed me out.
Still, felt good to know my prep worked—but full-on thug?
The rendezvous spot was a bookshop.
Front was books, but slide the shelf aside and bam—hidden room.
Ding-a-ling.
Gaudy sounds, screens spinning.
Packed with illegal slot machines.
No players at the slots.
Instead, five or six gang members sat around, weapons in hand.
CCTV monitor in the corner, watching outside.
The guy showed me around, looking a bit sheepish.
"Feels like stripping naked... haha."
He chuckled awkwardly.
Small-time operation.
Even outfits like this—they going after?
"They said they were coming today?"
"Yeah, even specified the time."
He showed me his phone.
Straight-up detailed the raid time, polite as hell.
Surrender by then, no killing.
"You didn't reply?"
"Nah, like you said not to..."
Smart move.
Investigations showed they slaughtered surrenders anyway.
Fighting back was the play.
Time check—they'd arrive any minute.
I messaged the squad leader.
[Even if you can take them all, spare the strongest-looking one.]
Reply came quick.
Made sense—if we wiped them out, no absorption, no infiltration.
Necessary for things not to go sideways.
I committed it to memory and steeled myself for real.
Right on time, like ghosts—three big black vans pulled up sharp in front of the shop.
Men in black poured out.
All gripping nasty daggers.
Not kitchen knives or sashimi blades—the real killer kind.
And there were...
"15..."
"Isn't that too many?"
The other members looked terrified.
Me alone—I shot up and stood by the bookshelf.
"14."
Counting the ones to handle, I opened the shop door.